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14 SONGS, ETC.
THE TROUT CATCHER.
Mark the angler's watchful eye Mark the prudent well-form'd fly, Trembling here and there about, 'Tis to catch the speckled trout.
Mark the anxious, cautious tread, Verging near the weedy bed ; Mark the line, now in, now out, 'Tis to trap the speckled trout.
Mark the sportsman's joy and fears, As the wish'd-for prey appears ; Mark the look 'twixt hope and doubt, Ere is caught the speckled trout.
Mark the angler's wrapt delight, As the victim marks his bite ; Now resounds the conjuror's shout, Now is caught the speckled trout.
THE LOVES OF THE SHELL FISHES.
Tune.—"The Cork Leg."
A Crab there was a dashing young blade, And he was in love with a lobster maid ; But the lobster maid was a terrible prude, A nd she told her mamma that the crab was rude.
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